Chapter 316: The Sovereign Tether
The heavy, freezing fog rolled over the wooden planks of pier four.
Astraxion let out a low, rumbling growl. The great dragon folded his neon-purple wings and settled his sharp claws into the splintered wood. The beast watched the prey with sharp, focused eyes, waiting for a single command to strike.
Draven ignored the dragon.
He kept his pitch-black eyes fixed entirely on the man standing by the gangplank.
Renner stood with his expensive white silk shirt torn wide open. The jagged, corrupted bone grafted directly to his sternum pulsed with a blinding mixture of sickly green and pale white light. The senior auditor held his index finger pressed gently against the corrupt artifact.
